Essay on a One Week Period of Abnormality

A series of events took place in my life. Call them normal or if you like abnormal. It all depends on your definition of abnormality. Unusual activities are strange behaviors in the repertoire of a species that a person performs or do when they get thwarted in meeting their expected outcomes e.g. the expected grade in school. These behaviors are traditionally considered out-of-context' because they prove unrelated to the ongoing activity (Anselme 49).

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It started on Monday. We were two. Our arms twined, pupils dilated, and our noses were colliding. Not even the guards could stop me that night. The air was crispy; I shuffled my feet against the foliage, an occasional crack of dry sticks startled me as I made forth my nocturnal journey to satiate the lusts of my weary soul, a soul whose being bore a broad forehead, characteristic of hours of extensive work done during the day. The frontal lobes bore it all. We meet in the hallways, her outer skin, velvety. Her touch was a bit too rough for a woman. That was a turn on. I vowed to have her.

I felt her throbbing, I took larger strides, anyway, didn't our math teachers taught as that speed is distance over time? That night she was the time, I was the distance in dark hours. I had all things ready. Didn't she say she loved them, that these somewhat awakens the ghosts in her? She loved it. She often called me by my name when she got ready. You won't believe what took place. She left me all alone with a lot of questions in my mind. What could have happened?

At home the following day, I went to sleep early. I woke up sleeping on the floor, and I could hear some voices, human sounding, and sounding from a short distance outside our home. The voices were slowly turning nearly loud. Some voices were jeering at me as if plotting something abnormal against my innocent soul as they sang songs that were not making sense. The floor felt nice because it was cold coupled with the fear of the presence of some strange things outside which was torturing pure-forces around me. My behaviors were weird. My state of knowledge on how my private events affected my behavior was growing rapidly. 'One view is that private events are language-based and can one can only understand them through a theory known as relational frame''. (Hayes et al., 142).

On Thursday that week, I was talking to myself. I was so much disturbed by the events that I was undergoing. So I sat down with myself to have a chat. I told myself that I should find myself a solution. I remember that same day when I went home, my parents being strong Christians and conservatives, were all busy watching a program they have never watched before on television. It was an action movie that involved so many fights, and they were following the occurrence of events as they laughed at the top of their voices. They even dramatized the event. When they saw me, they never seemed to be worried. I remember them ordering me not to watch such programs since they believed that the program inculcated bad behaviors to an individual. I left them without a word and went to do my stuff. I thought I needed an explanation for this. It couldn't be true.

And before the week had ended, I decided to visit a doctor. Were they happening? On my way to see a doctor, there was an accident. It was a woman and her small baby on her arms knocked by a hit and run car. I saw her sat there wailing. Her eyes were damp from salty wells beneath as the kid clung to her breasts that were so deflated. Her only comfort was the ever promising scorching sun. She cried for help. She cried for her baby and her soul. How could the lenses miss on that? You know what I mean? The media is socially a buzzed. No one bothered to carry the victims to a hospital. Tags of the accident were posted from public to private Twitter accounts and from the tumbler to Facebook and home-groups with a short message of ''Breaking news of broken legs''. Some little ladies also took selfies' devoid of love or empathy. I pray. May their souls freeze from the ices beneath their skins.

From that accident, I never bothered myself to reach for the doctor. It was all clear that everything was not okay. I was only suffering from the gradual changes of behavior in the society. It was depression. Life values were getting lost from children to parents. I came to realize that values should be viewed as a type of rule (Plumb et al. 2009) that alter the reinforcing properties of other stimuli. These values function similarly to things that motivate us, and the only difference is that they derive their functional properties through what we say rather than through a particular history with the environment. Thus, values can alter the behaviors that a person has never been in contact with before. In less technical terms, values are ideas, actions, and activities that individuals identify as being important to them. They were the only things that were missing in the puzzle in this society. This drastic change makes us suffer in our minds and can also make us suffer hallucinations. It is the fall of moral values. The moment technology will surpass human interactions; we will have raised a generation of fools.

Works Cited

Anselme P. Abnormal patterns of displacement activities. A review and reinterpretation. Behavioral process.ScienceDirect.2008;48-58

Plumb JC, Stewart I, Dahl J, Lundgren T. In search of meaning: values in modern clinical behavior analysis. The Behavior Analyst. 2009;32-85.

Hayes, S.C., Barnes-Holmes, D., & Roche, B. Relational frame theory: a precis. In Relational frame theory 2001:141-154).